Chapter 50
Jack
Ten Months
"Fuck me, then," she says breathlessly, clawing at my hips as I line myself up with her entrance.
"Pardon," I say, cocking an eyebrow and pulling back. "What was that?"
"I'm sorry," she whimpers quickly. "I meant please. Please fuck me."
"Much better," I hum, sliding a hand up her chest and around her throat, applying just a hint of pressure. Her eyes flutter shut, her breathing going even more ragged with anticipation. "Is this okay?"
She nods vigorously, her hand wrapping around my wrist and holding me in place.
"Hey, look at me," I say earnestly. Her eyes fly open and find mine. "I need you to use yours words here. I need to hear you say it. Is this okay?"
"Yes," she breathes. "You can do whatever you want with me. I trust you."
Goddamn if that's not the sexiest thing I've heard all night.
"Okay," I whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before tightening my grip. I capture the gasp that leaves her mouth with my own, kissing her deeply, roughly, like I might die if I don't explore every inch of her mouth.
I press against her with the tip of my cock, and her hips buck up to meet mine.
"Patience, pretty girl," I murmur against her ear. "I want to take my time with you."
I slide in slowly, just until the head disappears inside her perfect pussy.
Fuck, I might not have much time to take.
"Fuck it," I groan, sinking in completely with one deep thrust. I barely hear her gaps over the guttural groan that rips from my throat.
"Holy fuck, Abby," I pant, forcing myself to stay still, to give her time to adjust. "You feel fucking amazing."
She rolls her hips, beckoning me to start moving, and who the fuck am I to say no to that?
I pull out slowly, almost completely, before thrusting back into her again, and again, building a steady rhythm. She moans in time with my pace, the sweetest goddamn song I've ever heard.
"That's it, baby," I grunt, enthralled by the look of sheer pleasure on her face, the way her wild curls bounce with each thrust, the bead of sweat trickling between her breasts. "You can take exactly what I'll give you, isn't that right?"
"Yes," she cries. "Please give me more. I need more of you."
"You know what I think," I say, pulling out and teasing my tip along her slick folds.
"I think you've been such a good girl for me," I mutter, licking that trail of sweat all the way from her tits to her neck, biting the exposed skin just above where my fingers still hold her throat.
"And good girls deserve rewards, don't they? "
She looks up at me, eyes hooded with desire, her parted lips trembling in anticipation. She gives the smallest nod, patiently waiting to follow my lead.
"Well, if you need more of me," I groan, moving my hand from her neck and sliding it into her hair. "Why don't you go ahead and take it?"
I flip us over in one swift motion until I'm on my back, looking up at her as she straddles my hips. The sight alone nearly makes me blow.
"Am I still your pretty girl?" she asks with a playful glint in her eye.
"You're more than pretty, Abby. You're ethereal. Divine. Perfect. Fucking perfect."
I raise up on an elbow, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her in for a slow, deep kiss.
"Now ride me, baby."
She doesn't need any further instruction. She lifts her hips eagerly, then sinks down onto my cock with the prettiest moan.
"Holy shit, Jack," she pants. "This is so much fuller. You're so deep."
"You can handle it," I encourage, trailing my fingers up her thighs and gripping her hips. "I'm right here with you. Take what you need from me."
She leans forward, resting her palms on my chest, nails digging into my skin.
"That's right," I growl as she finds her pace, sliding up and down my cock. "Mark me up. I want everyone to know who I fucking belong to."
She moans loudly, her hips rolling in a way that has me practically begging for mercy. On one pass, she clenches around me tightly and my fingers dig into her hips in a bruising grip.
"Fuck, pretty girl. Do that again."
Like the good fucking girl she is, she does. Then she does it again, over and over until I feel my core tightening.
I hold her still, hoisting myself up until I'm sitting upright and setting her back down firmly in my lap. She swivels her hips, pressing her tits into me as she does.
"C'mere," I groan, fisting her hair and dragging her down to my mouth until our tongues and bodies writhe together in unison. "I want to be as close to you as possible when you make yourself come on my cock. Can you do that for me?"
She answers my gripping my shoulders and widening her stance, lifting up and bouncing herself on my cock over and over until her cries pitch upward.
"Jack, please," she pants, struggling to string her words together.
"Please what, baby?"
"I want your hand around my throat again."
My dick throbs painfully, begging for release as her core begins fluttering around it.
"Will that help you come, pretty girl?" I say roughly. "You need to be completely at my mercy before you can fall apart?"
"Yes, sir," she says, moaning loudly when my hand grips her neck. I take hold of her hair with my other hand, wrapping it tightly around my wrist until it's impossible for her to move with me allowing it.
"Good girl," I growl. "Now come for me."
She rides me frantically, winding up tighter and tighter until she's right on the edge.
I loosen my hold on her hair, reaching down between us to find her clit with my thumb.
The moment I do she shatters, screaming my name as her orgasm crashes over her.
She pulses relentlessly around my cock until I feel like I might explode.
"Good job, pretty girl," I croon, holding her tight to me as her forehead drops to my shoulder, her breathing wild and ragged. "You did so good. But I need you to focus for me for a little while longer."
She leans back and grips my face, crashing her mouth onto mine as the last tremors of her orgasm subside. "Tell me what to do," she says breathlessly. "Sir," she adds with a smirk, rocking her hips again against my painfully hard cock.
"Where do you want it?" I ask, fighting to hold myself back from completely losing control.
Her cheeks turn pink and she looks away shyly. I grip her face with one hand, forcing her to look at me.
"Don't get shy on me now," I murmur. "Tell me where you want my cum."
"On my tits," she says quietly, her face reddening even deeper, but keeping her eyes locked on mine. "Please."
I'm not going to survive her.
"You got it, baby," I say, giving her a kiss before she climbs off my lap, the pool of arousal she left behind glistening on my thighs. "Jesus, you made a mess of me. Why don't you clean that up first?"
She grabs my hands and pulls me to the edge of the bed, tossing a pillow to the floor before kneeling down in front of me. She trails sloppy, open-mouth kisses up my inner thighs before flattening her tongue against my skin and licking herself off of me.
"You like the way you taste on my cock, pretty girl?"
She nods, blinking up at me before closing her mouth around the tip of my cock and moaning, the sound reverberating up my shaft and straight into my balls.
"Fuck, Abby," I groan, my hand flying up to grip the hair on the top of her head. "You're going to make me come so hard like this. That's my girl, keep going just like that. I'll tell you when I need to pull out."
Without warning, she takes me all the way to the base, and I let out a hiss when I feel her gag around me.
She slowly slides her lips back up to the tip, flicking her tongue across the head before sucking me back in, her cheeks hollowing out around me.
My hips move involuntarily, lifting up to meet each bob of her head until I'm right on the edge.
"Fuck, I'm going to come," I gasp. "Be a good girl, take me out and stroke me."
It only takes a few pumps of her hand before I shudder, hot streaks of cum painting her chest as I moan loudly, gripping both her hair and the side of the bed to keep from collapsing. She leans forward to lick the remaining cum off of me before looking down at the mess I made of her.
"Fuck, Abby," I say, chest still heaving. "You'll always been my pretty girl, but fuck you're sexy with your tits covered in my cum."
She swipes one finger through the stickiness, staring straight into my eyes before sucking it into her mouth and moaning.
"Fucking hell," I growl, pulling her to her feet and kissing her fiercely, not giving a fuck about the taste of myself in her mouth, or the filthy way our chests glide against each other with a mixture of sweat and cum.
Our kisses turn slow, shifting from feral to sweet before we break apart, our panting breaths intermingling as I rest my forehead against hers.
"Let me go get a towel to clean us up," I say, kissing her forehead and brushing her hair back from her face. "You lay down, I'll be right back."
When I come back with several wet wash cloths, the sight of her wrapped in sheets, looking simultaneously filthy and angelic while she's still covered in me, knocks the breath out of me.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I murmur, wiping her chest clean with a warm cloth, then drying her off with a clean one. After cleaning myself off, I crawl into bed next to her, pulling her into my chest and holding her tight, whispering praises to her between the soft kisses I cover her face with.
"Was that okay?" she asks, looking up at me nervously.
"What are you talking about?" I say with a barking laugh. "'Was that okay?' That was fucking perfect, Abby. You are perfect. What the hell are you talking about?"
"I don't know," she says quietly, ghosting her fingers absentmindedly across my chest. "I've only ever been with one other person, and I was the only person he was ever with. I have nothing else to compare to. How would I even know if I was any good?"
"You were beyond good," I say emphatically. "You were incredible. Anything you would have done would have been incredible, pretty girl. That was the best fucking sex I've ever had, not because of anything you did, but because it was you."
She looks up at me questioningly, like she's not sure if I really mean it.
"Abby, I damn near died just seeing you naked," I say. "You're an absolute dream. One I hope I never have to wake up from. There's nothing you could do that I wouldn't love every second of, because I'm so fucking in love with you. Please tell me you believe me."
She smiles, nodding and burying her face in my chest.
"Was it okay for you though?" I ask, my thumb tracing circles across her shoulder blade. "Is there anything you want more of in the future? Anything you didn't like, or you weren't comfortable with?"
"The only thing I want more of is you," she says, tilting up and pressing her lips to my jaw. "I'm more than okay with anything and everything, as long as it's you. I'm so fucking in love with you, Jack Robb."
"You can have as much of me as you want," I promise, cupping her face and stroking her cheek. "For as long as you want."
"Forever," she sighs. "I want you forever."
When we wake up the next morning, we're still wrapped up in one another, her cheek still resting in the exact spot where she laid her head last night. I don't know exactly what happens now, but I do know one thing.
I want to wake up to this view every day for the rest of my life.